Seduced By The Bad Boy Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Bad Boy Romance by Sarah Croix Page A
Authors: Sarah Croix
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realized there was only one thing left to do. I'd faced the terrorists and I'd seen the face of evil, but I had to do something that almost made me wish I were back in the mountains of Kandahar all over again. I had to go back home and tell Natalie that I was leaving.
I was a pussy; I knew it in the deepest corners of my heart. A real man would clean up his act and stand and fight for what he believed in. But a real man would never have let men under him die. A real man wouldn't have gotten involved with a woman who'd be torn to pieces by the news media. A real man would have controlled his impulses and last night been able to withstand the greatest desires of his heart so that he could protect what he loved.
That's right, I told myself as I pulled my bike onto the path. I was fucking in love. I was where my dad had wanted me all this time. I had my head wrapped around a woman and I didn't want to let her go. But I had to.
The newsies, if they could see me now, would be all over themselves popping boners left and right. They'd be handing out their annual Aziz bonuses early, knowing the feeding frenzy that they were about to partake in. I could see it now: Sheikh Player Catches His A Commoner. Sheikh Sex Goes Slumming. Sheikh Hung Gets Another Notch.
Dad, bless his soul, would age another day older, wondering what was going to happen to his kingdom when he passed on. I couldn't do that to the old man. I couldn't do that to Natalie. I needed to stand tall. I needed to be strong.
I walked in the door and put my helmet on the hall tree. It was quiet inside, as opposed to the commotion going on in the backyard as they literally dug it up to put in the deluxe pool that I had ordered. I had told Hamid to meet me in two hours and I thought it best that I stay out of Natalie's way and collect all my things.
A part of me felt like a massive douche for leaving. Even more so for treating her like one of my "One and Done" girls. But there was a big difference between them and Natalie. They usually threw themselves at me in the club. Noble ladies, sluttier than the dirtiest whore on the street. They wanted my cock, and they would do anything to get it. So I would take them for a ride of their lives. And when I was done, I would discard.
With Natalie, I knew I'd be leaving a piece of me forever. I got to my room and smelled her fragrance before I even saw her. The coconut shampoo that she used. The fragrance that she wore. Indelibly marked into my memory. My heart began to palpitate on its own as my senses told me that Natalie was near.
I found her sitting on my bed, looking through my war correspondence. I didn't know if she'd read the war journal or looked at the medals yet. Fuck, maybe I wouldn't have to tell her anything. Maybe she'd already seen what kind of a monster I was and I could just collect my stuff and get the fuck out of this house.
"Had a good read, love?" I asked her from the doorway, my heart literally thumping in my chest - afraid that I'd been found out for what I was. I tried my best to smirk but all that came out was a grimace.
Natalie literally jumped from where she was sitting. Her eyes went wide when she saw me.
Fucking hell, she probably knew. Fuck it. She would have had to find out sooner or later.
"I see we're curious in the mornings, aren't we?" I said weakly.
"Aziz!" she gasped. "I was...I was just..."
I didn't let her finish but walked over. "What's done is done, love. No sense crying over the milk that's already spilled."
"No, Aziz, I didn't know where you were so I brought in some flowers and I just..."
"You happened to go through the war correspondence?" I asked her, partially angry that she had stolen from me. That's right. I felt robbed. Robbed of my right to tell her about my own dishonor. About my own ignominy. She had taken that from me.
"Well, it's not a bother, love, really," I said going to my closet. "I'll be out of your hair in no time. You'll be back to normal around here. Get
I was a pussy; I knew it in the deepest corners of my heart. A real man would clean up his act and stand and fight for what he believed in. But a real man would never have let men under him die. A real man wouldn't have gotten involved with a woman who'd be torn to pieces by the news media. A real man would have controlled his impulses and last night been able to withstand the greatest desires of his heart so that he could protect what he loved.
That's right, I told myself as I pulled my bike onto the path. I was fucking in love. I was where my dad had wanted me all this time. I had my head wrapped around a woman and I didn't want to let her go. But I had to.
The newsies, if they could see me now, would be all over themselves popping boners left and right. They'd be handing out their annual Aziz bonuses early, knowing the feeding frenzy that they were about to partake in. I could see it now: Sheikh Player Catches His A Commoner. Sheikh Sex Goes Slumming. Sheikh Hung Gets Another Notch.
Dad, bless his soul, would age another day older, wondering what was going to happen to his kingdom when he passed on. I couldn't do that to the old man. I couldn't do that to Natalie. I needed to stand tall. I needed to be strong.
I walked in the door and put my helmet on the hall tree. It was quiet inside, as opposed to the commotion going on in the backyard as they literally dug it up to put in the deluxe pool that I had ordered. I had told Hamid to meet me in two hours and I thought it best that I stay out of Natalie's way and collect all my things.
A part of me felt like a massive douche for leaving. Even more so for treating her like one of my "One and Done" girls. But there was a big difference between them and Natalie. They usually threw themselves at me in the club. Noble ladies, sluttier than the dirtiest whore on the street. They wanted my cock, and they would do anything to get it. So I would take them for a ride of their lives. And when I was done, I would discard.
With Natalie, I knew I'd be leaving a piece of me forever. I got to my room and smelled her fragrance before I even saw her. The coconut shampoo that she used. The fragrance that she wore. Indelibly marked into my memory. My heart began to palpitate on its own as my senses told me that Natalie was near.
I found her sitting on my bed, looking through my war correspondence. I didn't know if she'd read the war journal or looked at the medals yet. Fuck, maybe I wouldn't have to tell her anything. Maybe she'd already seen what kind of a monster I was and I could just collect my stuff and get the fuck out of this house.
"Had a good read, love?" I asked her from the doorway, my heart literally thumping in my chest - afraid that I'd been found out for what I was. I tried my best to smirk but all that came out was a grimace.
Natalie literally jumped from where she was sitting. Her eyes went wide when she saw me.
Fucking hell, she probably knew. Fuck it. She would have had to find out sooner or later.
"I see we're curious in the mornings, aren't we?" I said weakly.
"Aziz!" she gasped. "I was...I was just..."
I didn't let her finish but walked over. "What's done is done, love. No sense crying over the milk that's already spilled."
"No, Aziz, I didn't know where you were so I brought in some flowers and I just..."
"You happened to go through the war correspondence?" I asked her, partially angry that she had stolen from me. That's right. I felt robbed. Robbed of my right to tell her about my own dishonor. About my own ignominy. She had taken that from me.
"Well, it's not a bother, love, really," I said going to my closet. "I'll be out of your hair in no time. You'll be back to normal around here. Get
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